Dont belive n dstiny.We shud think of reality. if u really luv dat prsn,u shud fyt 4 it coz dstny is jz an xcuse of LeTTiNG thngs happen insted of MaKiNG thngs hapen!
A sparrow was in love with a White rose.. One fine day this sparrow proposed the white rose.. The white rose told if she turns red, s she'll love Him. Sparrow torn His body and slowly spreads his blood on the white rose and it turns red and fell in love but now the sparrow is no more..This is love…
Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!